seabee
Well-Known Member
Got some incredible news recently and since it is Mopar related I thought I would share it here with the FABO Family.
Last year, I noticed some punkass kid new to the neighborhood hanging out with the other punkass teens in our subdivision. I am always in the garage working on the car and to be honest, these punk *** kids and their annoying behaviour was really pissing me off. This kid is a typical punk *** teen of today. Hanging out, talking loud, texting, obnoxious, etc..even has a punk *** mohawk haircut. Ugh!
One day he was riding his bike passed the driveway and confidently asked about my car. To be honest, I didn't want to talk to him about it. I was even weary about him and his punk *** friends trying to steal it or my tools.
He told me he was visiting his Mom and her boyfriend for the summer but his Father back in Mississippi had an old Corvette in his backyard but it did not run and he never worked on it. We talked about what year and look of Corvette it was for a minute and I went back to my neverending repairs on the Barracuda.
A few days later later I was once again working on the car trying to align the steering shaft and coupler to the steering box. He was outside being a punk *** kid on his bike so I reluctantly asked for his help. He turned the steering wheel slowly while I looked for the right notch to slide the couple fully onto the box. After a few tries we got it on and I thanked his punk *** for the help. I expected our little project to immediately send him fleeing for the xbox the first chance he had but instead he stayed and asked question after question about what we did and why we did it that way.
After that, every time he rode by the garage he would pop in and say hi and ask if I needed help or talk about what he learned about cars on the internet. I wouldpass him a screwdriver or wrench and let him do some minor stuff while answering his questions. He left at the end of summer. TBH, I miss his punk *** around the garage.
A few days ago we were out conversing with our neighbors and his Mom was there. We had never met formally but she had something she wanted me to know. Turns out, her son has taken up a passion for cars and him and his father began restoring a corvette that was sitting in the yard back in Mississippi. He has been talking about pursuing an ASE cert or even further studying mechanical engineering. This school year his grades have been excellent and he will be visiting again this Sumner. Mom says he still asks about the Barracuda and wants to know if he can help when he comes back.
Hell yeah he can.
I'll resist going into some "it takes a village" diatribe or "parents these days" rhetoric but must admit that PITA car project of mine has taken on a different perspective. But then again,I've saved the fuel tank replacement project for when he gets here next week. So we'll see how his punk *** likes cars then......
Last year, I noticed some punkass kid new to the neighborhood hanging out with the other punkass teens in our subdivision. I am always in the garage working on the car and to be honest, these punk *** kids and their annoying behaviour was really pissing me off. This kid is a typical punk *** teen of today. Hanging out, talking loud, texting, obnoxious, etc..even has a punk *** mohawk haircut. Ugh!
One day he was riding his bike passed the driveway and confidently asked about my car. To be honest, I didn't want to talk to him about it. I was even weary about him and his punk *** friends trying to steal it or my tools.
He told me he was visiting his Mom and her boyfriend for the summer but his Father back in Mississippi had an old Corvette in his backyard but it did not run and he never worked on it. We talked about what year and look of Corvette it was for a minute and I went back to my neverending repairs on the Barracuda.
A few days later later I was once again working on the car trying to align the steering shaft and coupler to the steering box. He was outside being a punk *** kid on his bike so I reluctantly asked for his help. He turned the steering wheel slowly while I looked for the right notch to slide the couple fully onto the box. After a few tries we got it on and I thanked his punk *** for the help. I expected our little project to immediately send him fleeing for the xbox the first chance he had but instead he stayed and asked question after question about what we did and why we did it that way.
After that, every time he rode by the garage he would pop in and say hi and ask if I needed help or talk about what he learned about cars on the internet. I wouldpass him a screwdriver or wrench and let him do some minor stuff while answering his questions. He left at the end of summer. TBH, I miss his punk *** around the garage.
A few days ago we were out conversing with our neighbors and his Mom was there. We had never met formally but she had something she wanted me to know. Turns out, her son has taken up a passion for cars and him and his father began restoring a corvette that was sitting in the yard back in Mississippi. He has been talking about pursuing an ASE cert or even further studying mechanical engineering. This school year his grades have been excellent and he will be visiting again this Sumner. Mom says he still asks about the Barracuda and wants to know if he can help when he comes back.
Hell yeah he can.
I'll resist going into some "it takes a village" diatribe or "parents these days" rhetoric but must admit that PITA car project of mine has taken on a different perspective. But then again,I've saved the fuel tank replacement project for when he gets here next week. So we'll see how his punk *** likes cars then......
